Getting shoved into a horde of zombies by a group of spineless survivors was not how Hana expected to die.
Then again, neither was dying as the most notorious villainess among them—the kind who used people without hesitation and discarded them just as easily.
An unflashy, pathetic end.
She deserved it… didn’t she?
But the universe wasn’t done with her yet.
Hana wakes up in a completely different world with a system notification she can’t ignore:
Karma Points: -1,250,000
To survive past one month, she must bring it back to zero.
No shortcuts. No cheats. No killing.
Just… being a ‘good’ person.
“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”
As if that wasn’t bad enough, during her quests, she keeps picking up strays—dangerous, powerful, clingy strays.
“Hana, you need to pay attention to me today.” The dragon beastman murmured, crowding into her space.
“No way, Hana promised to cuddle me,” the nine-tailed fox added sweetly, offering her a flower.
“What nonsense? Hana said she would fly with me,” the falcon beastman cut in, wings twitching.
“You’re all delusional.” The snow leopard beastman scoffed, tail flicking lazily. “Hana already made plans with me.”
Hana this, Hana that, Hana blah, blah and blah!
Hana pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated.
Saving her karma might be possible.
But surviving them?
That might be the real challenge.
And the system was definitely not helping.

​Kulu didn't flinch this time. He took a deep breath, the air in the room finally clear of the metallic sting. 


"My life was already yours by the deal of the Boars. But my heart… my heart is a debt I don't think I can ever pay back."


> ​[NOTIFICATION: SUBSTANTIAL LOYALTY GAINED]


​"Save the poetry for the Fox," Hana said, turning toward the ledge. "We've wasted enough time. The bunker is waiting, and I want to see what's inside."


Then, she stopped, and this time, before he could suddenly grip her into his arms, she did the talking first.


​"Hold me," she commanded, not even looking back.


​Kulu stepped forward immediately. This time, when he lifted her, his hold wasn't jerky or hesitant. He tucked her against his chest with a protective firmness, his wings beating once, twice, before they dove off the high ledge.


Chapter 45 - “Stop copying me, bird brain.”